I just I just miss him. And hate being so alone. Does he miss me he must

Tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece of time we call today.

I'm not comfortable around cameras.

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she’s lost the will to live.

We have to joke about it because the alternative is to be scared.

Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I’m human. It was less painful being strangled.

Yeah, we wouldn’t want to lose our little Mockingjay when she’s finally begun to sing.

As we ride the elevator Gale finally says “You’re still angry.” “And you’re still not sorry,” I reply. “I will stand by what I said. Do you want me to lie about it?” he asks. “No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,” I tell him.

Life in District 12 isn’t really so different from life in the arena. At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The.

I can almost hear Haymitch groaning as I team up with this wispy child. But I want her. Because she’s a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She reminds me of Prim.